ERIC:
   The summer of 2012 was not only an eye-opener, but a life-changer for me. That was the summer when I finally came out to my dads. Of course, I'd known I was into boys for a while; ever since I was ten and started experimenting with my best friend and neighbor at the time, Niles. But it took me several years to confess it to my parents, even though they were gay themselves. I just wanted to be 100% sure, and I also didn't want them to think I was just trying to imitate them. Then, when my dad David caught me jerking off with my cousin Tobi in Berlin, there was no more reason to deny it.

    Now, after coming home from our summer trip to Germany, I felt more pent-up sexual energy than EVER in my life! Of course, I'm sure my age and my hormones had a lot to do with it, but I was also frustrated to be back home. In Berlin, my cousin and I went to Tiergarten park a couple of times; a large park where people – almost exclusively men – got naked right out there in the center of the city. In addition to that, Tobi showed me a more discreet, secluded area nearby where the men would go "cruising," i.e. fucking and jerking off and doing all sorts of things. Tobi and I hid in the bushes and jerked off while watching them. Now that I was back home, I was beyond jealous of my cousin, who could go back to Tiergarten whenever he wanted.

    Meanwhile, I was stuck in Middle of Nowhere, U.S.A.  This was such a small, "family-friendly" area, that I had no idea what gay men did to hook up around here. Of course, my fathers were gay, but they were already committed to each other. Besides, they had a vast network of acquaintances who would come visit us occasionally, and I knew my parents sometimes had sex with them. But what was I expected to do? To make matters worse, I was homeschooled, so it's not like I had any prospective boyfriends at school.

    So, I began by searching online. Initially, the search seemed quite grim and fruitless. The anonymous personals on Craigslist seemed both unsafe and unattractive. But, after a while, I found a couple of sites that listed places like gay bars and club, and they also included a list of known cruising grounds. None of the bars were within reasonable distance – not to mention I was way too young and didn't even have a car. But, looking at the map, I was surprised to see that there was a cruising spot within cycling distance from our house!

    The place was a decent-sized park behind a cemetery, named Milken Regional Park. I read a couple of of the reviews, which said stuff like:

 

"This place can be hit and miss, and there's several secluded spots where guys like to hook up. Some guys wait around in those spots, others walk around looking."

 

"I get my dick sucked here at least once a week, there's regulars but new faces too. It's best to stay on the smaller paths but stay close enough to the big trail that guys can see you if they're searching too."

 

    Since it was August, the weather was very nice and me going away on my bike for a while would not seem too conspicuous or incriminating. My parents were always trying to get me to go out more, anyway. So my dad David, who was at home that Tuesday afternoon, was actually happy to hear me say I was going out on my bike for a while. 

    "Being in Europe and seeing people cycling just put me in the mood," I fibbed, since Dad was kinda surprised to see me abandon my video games voluntarily. I purposely didn't say that I was going to Milken Park. I had my suspicions that one or both of my fathers would know that the park had a reputation. Even if they didn't visit it themselves, they knew a lot of the gay guys in this region.

    While I rode to the park, I was reminded that I did actually like spending time outside. The fresh air was invigorating and right now everything was lush and green. I arrived and locked my bike up to a bench that was near the main entrance. There was only one car in the parking lot, and another bike leaning up against a lamp post not far away. It didn't seem busy, but maybe that was a good thing, given the reason I was here.

    Then again, what WAS my reason for being here? Maybe just to discover what went on, I supposed. Did I want to watch some other guys playing around? Did I want to get involved, maybe get my dick sucked or even do some sucking? What if someone freaked out about seeing a teenager here? I decided to just let things unfold and not to worry too much. If things went south, I could be on my bike speeding away in no time.

    The dirt on the big central forest trail was loose and light, almost sandy in places. I saw a lot of shoe and paw prints but no bike tracks – it was clearly a pedestrian path. As I got farther in, the trees seemed to be getting bigger and closer together, though the sun still shone brightly through the branches above me. Whenever I came across a smaller path branching off, my eyes searched that direction for any sign of people, but after walking for about ten minutes I still hadn't seen anyone.

    "This was much easier in Berlin," I thought to myself, feeling frustrated. How the hell was I supposed to find this spot?! Maybe it was some sorta internal gaydar, that you learned to use as you got more experienced.

    Was I even in the right area? The comments and instructions on that website were annoyingly vague, with most guys' posts focused on types of guys they saw and what they did, as opposed to "where," so I was worried I might have already missed some sign.

    At the intersection of two small trails, I noticed a thick grove of trees and bushes that I couldn't see through. That area seemed like it could conceal something, sorta like what people described on the site. I moved in that direction and didn't see anything. Sighing with disappointment, I was on the verge of deciding to give up and head back to where I'd left my bike. Then suddenly, I caught a glimpse of something... that looked like a person!

    Making sure to step as quietly as possible, I moved closer and saw that there were two people standing close together. This had to be what I'd been looking for! Immediately, I got a tingling feeling of excitement, just like in Berlin. I was going to watch some people get it on! But I knew these guys (I hoped they were both guys anyway) probably wouldn't want me spying on them, so I needed to keep a low profile.

    As I got closer, I could tell that they were indeed both men, probably college-age. One had his shirt off, the other was wearing a tank top. Both had running shorts pulled down around their thighs. They were making out and stroking one another's hard cocks. Jackpot! I was about fifteen feet away from them, and I found a stance that was comfortable and would allow me to remain mostly still, I unzipped my fly and whipped out my own cock, which was already rock hard at the sight of the two studs.

    I immediately focused more on the shirtless guy, he was the hotter of the two. He had nicely defined muscles and was obviously someone that worked out. Not that he was a bodybuilder like my dad Sven; he looked more like David, beefy and generally athletic. The hunky shirtless guy also had the bigger cock of the two, which of course got my attention as well.

    The man in the tank top pulled back from the kiss and they both smiled at one another. Then, he crouched down and took the shirtless guy's cock into his mouth. I smiled and briefly stopped my jerking to spit into my hand. Just as the crouching guy seemed to really be getting into it, he stopped and stood up again. I slowed my stroking, feeling a little frustrated and also concerned that they might be wrapping up. I assumed that at least one of them would cum, but maybe that wasn't the point (though how could it not be?). I began to worry that they might start walking in my direction, even though neither of them had pulled up their shorts yet.

    Then, the guy in the tank top turned part of the way around and leaned forward, bracing himself against a large tree and sticking his ass out in the direction of the shirtless guy. Holy shit! They were going to fuck!! This was awesome! The other guy smiled in a sexy way and stepped up closer. He grabbed his hard cock, and slapped it onto the tank top guy's ass. The sounds were louder than I expected, seeming to echo off the dense foliage surrounding us. I felt a rush – it was crazy but I felt like I was a part of their sex in a weird way, even though they didn't even know I was watching them.

    When the shirtless guy pushed his dick into the other guy's ass, the bottom moaned loudly. If the point was to be quiet, they weren't doing a good job, but then again they clearly didn't think anyone was around to hear. I knew I needed to stay hidden, but I also wanted to see if I could get a better view, maybe even catch a glimpse of the actual penetration happening. I reluctantly directed my eyes at the ground, not wanting to step on any twigs or leaves that might make a sound. My efforts to move quietly were successful, but the motion itself must have caught the eye of the shirtless guy. When I looked back up, he was staring right in my direction.

    My heart was suddenly racing, and my hand froze mid-stroke on my cock. He'd obviously seen me, but it looked like he was straining to get a good look. Maybe his eyesight was bad? He hadn't even slowed down the fucking at all! His hips continued to thrust back and forth while he looked my way. 

    "Hey, kid! Get outta here!" he suddenly yelled in my direction. He could see me, and I was mortified. But strangely… my cock seemed to get even harder because of our interaction. Even though a part of my brain was screaming at me to run away as fast as I could, something more powerful compelled me to hold my ground. They guy didn't seem angry, just annoyed; and he just carried on fucking.

    The guy in the tank top hadn't even flinched. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be lost in his own world as he leaned against the tree. The shirtless guy turned his head away from me and focused on the fucking again. It seemed like he didn't care that much after all, and so I decided I'd stay and watch until they were done. I felt like I was close to being "done" myself, as I spit in my hand one more time and got back to jerking my dick.

    Less than a minute passed before the top started to mutter things like "fuck yeah" and "here it comes." My cock throbbed with excitement as I realized he was about to blow his load inside the other man's ass. Just the knowledge that I was going to witness that was enough to push me over the edge, and as the shirtless guy started moaning and obviously cumming, my cock began to spurt as well. Even though I no longer needed to conceal my presence, I instinctively kept quiet and just breathed quickly and deeply as my jizz sprayed onto the leaves and branches in front of me. My eyes never left the couple. I thought it was hot how the fucking motion had stopped and the shirtless guy seemed to be pushed all the way inside the other one's ass, like he was putting his load as deep as he could.

    The shirtless hunk glanced in my direction one more time, and I saw him grin and sorta laugh to himself a little. I wasn't sure how much of me he could see, but something told me that he knew I was blowing my load along with him. The guy getting fucked had been moaning too, and as they began to separate from each other I noticed cum dripping from that dude's cock as well. Whoa! He'd blown his load while leaning up against the tree, without even touching himself. I'd seen plenty of porn, but couldn't remember any scenes where that had happened. My mind was racing as I thought about that, but I also knew it was time for me to scram. As the rush from cumming began to fade, rational thought returned and I quickly zipped up and stepped away from my not-so-great hiding spot.

    I jogged back along the trails and reached my bike in a few minutes. The car was still in the parking lot and I wondered which of them it belonged to. As I cycled home, I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd just witnessed. I tried etching both guys' bodies in my memory, as I was certain I'd be jerking off to this visual for a while. Somehow, it was the shirtless guy that I kept seeing in my mind's eye. It wasn't just the way he looked; there was something about his attitude that captivated me. As soon as I returned to the house, I hopped off my bike and ran up to my room to jack off while thinking about him. Little did I know… I would be seeing a lot more of him in the near future.​​